like you change drawers, bitch I got a stable full of thoroughbreds that make me rich Niggas hate me, 'cause they can't control they roll They see that
DEA wouldn't roll, we pulled his tongue through his neck Just a message to the rest, don't test Housing developments are built on the bodies Of punks who wouldn't party Big
rave me I rap about the life that the city streets gave me Murder,intrigue,somebody must bleed Miami Vice is small time,L.A's the big league From the rollin
, the hustler High Roller, dead pres folder Is cold lampin' like a black king on a throne Evil E, turn up the microphone So I can ill and break on the rollin
Women nice size I ride Like Porsches Thick, brown, and gorgeous It ain't my fault Semiautomatic weapons I brought The world "Crazy" I'm rich and I'm
shoes, you know chrome 22's Every time I get a brand new whip I rolled around in a 5, till my money got racked Then I went back and got that six I'm in a big
roll up, ayyy I'm the coolest in the city bitch While you lame trippin' on that goofy stupid silly shit Who you ever seen it really did, super fly filthy rich
roll like a desperado And I don't ever know where I'm gonna go Still, I ball like there's no tomorrow Until it's over and it's all she wrote The credit roller
poolside after Delano If you too flow like you was out of your mind yo And who knew dude who loved apple pies from McDonalds Would soon be the boss of the Big
I need everybody to report to tha dance floor right now. Tha world is very different now, you know why ITS GUCCI TIME Big Gucci Trap boys call me Brick
nigga know Throw up your middle fingers if you killin' them other hoes See, I don't know why them hoes tell lies All that big talk they barely gettin' by I'm rollin
, you niggas don't pull a damn thing The only thing you niggas pullin' is a hamstring Roll the dice, man, we kill time gambling W-wintertime, top down, nigga real arrogant Big
and fly in any weather pimpin' Look, a ticket here and a ticket there And I'm the first out the hood to get rich *** still here It's big paper in the
bitch I'm red fox Big bee's, Red Sox I get money to kill time, big clocks Your f-cking with a n*gga who don't give a f**k Empty the clip than roll a window
Fox Big B's, Red Sox I get money to kill time, dead clocks You're fucking with a nigga who don't give a fuck Empty the clip, then roll the window up
in the field like Solomon's seal Uh, it's just an intro Allow my flow time to sink into the temple Free mason, freelancer, free agents, we faster Big contracts, big
dough, I'm caked up [50 Cent] I was a real bum, now I'm really rich kid I come through the hood in some really really sick shit The Rolls, the roof gone